Lacey demanded, already knowing it was too late. The two cats ignored her. So much for the thrill of being a cat owner. Knowing only one thing to do, Lacey raced into the kitchen and filled a tall glass with water. She’d get the lovers’ attention soon enough. Rushing back into the living room, she tripped on a throw rug and staggered a few steps in a desperate effort to maintain her balance. By the time she reached the cats, most of the liquid was down the front of her blouse and only a few drops landed on the passionate couple. By then they were finished and the strange cat was looking for a way out of her apartment. Typical male! He’d gotten what he wanted and was ready to be on his merry way. Lacey was about to open the sliding glass door that led out to her balcony when someone rang her doorbell. Frowning fiercely at the alley cat, Lacey traipsed across her living room and checked the peephole. It was her Don Juan neighbor, fresh from his argument with Sarah.
